I can't run from for his eye, it beholds me, I'm his daughter who he have chosen, so it's a must I do what he tells me. I haven't yet figured what it is Jesus wants from me, I'm just happy to be in his will, I hope things don't get too scary i'm surrounded in fear. Jesus tells me over whom shall I fear; but the enemy strikes my heart with dread and now my calling seem to become allot clearer, he wants to speak through these rhymes and volumes of poetry; that's flowing through me like livings of waters, never knew love like Jehovah's true story.
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